When I was learning journalism at Purdue University back in 1966, one of my first Prof's was working hard teaching us all the aspects of Bad News. It was really upsetting to me and I was constant hassling the Prof about "Why can't we focus on Good News?" The Old Man was really exasperated with me and my Polly Anna Attitude. I danged near flunked the class because of my insistence on Good News over Bad News.
One day he really wanted to embarrass me in front of my snickering fellow classmates. So he asked me if I could have my own newspaper what would be in it. Of course, I told him it would be all Good News and NO Bad News. And then the Old Pontificator straightened up and pointed a sharp pencil at me and said, "Well, your newspaper would last one edition and you'd be out of business selling pencils on the street corner."
You know what? He was right. A few years passed and I got my first chance to publish something--a magazine I called "Stump Water" and it lasted precisely ONE issue. Why? Because it ONLY had Good News. By and by, time passed and I owned and was publishing a real newspaper in a small Indiana town. We were wildly successful in that venture--actually too successful. However, we were successful because, by that time, I realized the economic facts of life--Bad News Sells. At that time in my life, I was in the "Show Me The Money" mode and so I sold out my dedication to Good News and made gobs of money.
Man, I was REALLY Good at Bad News. People just lapped up all that Bad News like Kittens to Cream and the advertisers fell all over themselves showering us with money. Eventually, all that money went to my head and, naturally, I lost it all. But that's some Bad News that actually became Good News when I put my life back on a positive path by moving to Arizona in 1979.
At this point in my life, I can produce my own little Morning Edition with nary a care how well it sells. It doesn't have to make any money and it really doesn't even have to have any readers. If I am the only one left reading my own Morning Edition, that's just fine and dandy. I love Good News and, except for a relatively short detour long ago in the 1970's, Good News and the Positive Path have always been a fundamental part of my life.
Today's Morning Edition has gone to the dogs. We start AND end today's Morning Edition with Dogs.
Thanks for reading! Have a Great Tuesday and Many Cheers! jp
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